Gemotions

The air in the hallway felt heavy with unspoken tension. I opened the door to find Mr. Peterson, clutching his chest like a drama queen. "The…the infernal racket!" he sputtered, his voice cracking. "It's a disgrace!"

I let out a sigh, the sound barely audible. I nodded, feigning a placid interest. "I'll see what I can do," I murmured, my gaze drifting past him to the perfectly manicured lawn across the street.

As the door clicked shut behind me, the thought of what I’d "see about" drifted off to other things. I returned to my guitar. It was a beautiful piece, and the music it made was beautiful, too.